In that critical moment, Espen stood by his room door, facing the piercing gaze of the Priest who sat on the chair. The Priest's rough voice sharply cut through the silence, saying with undisguised severity:
– "Espen, I know for a fact that you didn't lose your memory. And even if we assume you did, you surely realize that I tried to kill you and you survived. But what surprises me still is that you buried the assassin I sent after you, despite his foolishness. You treated the whole affair like a passing game. Your actions and words are strange to me. And the strangest thing of all is that you know I tried to kill you, yet you didn't go and tell your father, even though you could. I want to understand, why didn't you tell your father?"
Espen replied with a blank, expressionless stare, as if contemplating a distant matter:
– "In answer to your question, why didn't I tell my father? I don't know for certain, but perhaps my silence stems from a feeling that there was a motive behind your attack. Since I woke up, I've seen myself as just a despicable person in everyone's eyes, so I assume you had a good reason for trying to kill me. As for the assassin, I took pity on him."
The Priest looked at him in a state of unbelievable shock, a sense of condemnation clouding his face:
– "Espen Hort taking pity on someone? What a ridiculous joke! Your answer seems doubtful, but the essence of what you say is true. There is a reason for trying to kill you: I don't want a lowlife like you to bear the Hort name after Atterman. Espen, I see myself as more deserving of that position than you; you are neither responsible nor worthy of it. In any case, time will reveal everything. Let's meet again later, Mister Espen Hort." The Priest said, slowly transforming into a thick black mist that dissipated into the air, vanishing from the room.
Espen immediately realized that the Priest possessed the same power as him: Dark Energy. He sat on the bed, muttering to himself with bitter sarcasm:
– "Looks like I have a competitor for the succession, and he doesn't want me to be the New Era. Fool! Will the story ultimately work out in his favor? How can an old man like him be the Regent for the next reign? Anyway, I'll sleep now; today was very tiring."
The next day, Espen woke up startled and gasping, chased by bad dreams; he was running down a dark road full of trees, with a strange and unknown creature pursuing him. He got out of bed, muttering to himself:
– "Good morning, you despicable world... Oh right, I'm in another world. I don't think it's a despicable world this time. The despicable one here is Espen himself."
He headed to the bathroom, completely undressing to take a shower. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, only to realize the situation when Melda was behind him, completely naked, scrubbing his back. His face flushed until it became like a tomato, as he tried hard not to look at her while she bathed him.
Melda said in a calm voice as she continued her work:
– "Good morning, Espen. It seems like you're having a good day. Please forgive me, I came before you started, but I said I had to bathe you. This is my job, after all."
Espen couldn't utter a word, feeling utterly embarrassed as she cleaned his back and washed his hands with soap and a loofah.
Melda laughed merrily, saying:
– "Espen, you're absolutely mortified! Your face is like a tomato! I can't believe what I'm seeing; I never imagined you'd be like this."
Espen stammered from intense embarrassment:
– "M... Melda... I... I'm not... e... embarrassed about anything."
Melda laughed louder, enjoying his embarrassed expression, and said:
– "Espen, you're breaking up your words from sheer embarrassment, I can't believe it."
Melda's hand moved to wash his stomach, going downwards. Espen exploded with embarrassment, fleeing the place at a frantic speed, running strangely until he burst out of the bathroom completely naked.
Espen hid under his covers, naked and unsure what to do.
Melda came out of the bathroom, her entire body exposed. Espen said with extreme tension:
– "Miss Melda, please leave, I want to bathe myself."
She gave him a cunning, feminine look and said:
– "Fine, as you wish. I could have washed your member for you, but you don't want that."
Melda stood up, toweling her wet body, then put on her underwear, followed by her daily clothes, and went downstairs, the sound of her heels echoing on the floor. Espen emerged from under his covers, realizing she had left, then entered the bathroom to bathe, saying to himself in annoyance:
– "Damn you, you wretched Espen! How could you bathe with her so easily? It feels impossible for me. I want to see too, but it's just too embarrassing."
After showering, Espen put on his school uniform and went downstairs to see Melda. She stood at her desk, looking at him with a mischievous glint, and said:
– "Are you finished with your bath, my dear?"
Espen said, mocking her words:
– "My dear, she says! And a moment ago she wanted to wash my male member. Are you sure you're mentally sound? You seem changed."
She said to him, giving a gentle smile that held a challenge within it:
– "I'm changed because you changed. If you want me to treat you like I did in the beginning, then go back to how you were, what do you say?"
Espen said with a look of surprise:
– "You want me to go back to the bad person you hate so you'll stop acting this way with me? Wow, your request is very strange. But anyway, I'm leaving."
She said to him, waving as he left with a cheerful smile:
– "Safe travels."
On his way to school, he met Nira, who greeted him and said:
– "Good morning, Espen, I hope your day is well."
Espen said to her, with some visible regret on his features:
– "Good morning, Nira. I just want to tell you something. I'm sorry for anything I've done to you before. I know my apology isn't enough to forgive the things I did, but I don't remember them. So forgive me for my foolish old personality."
Nira said, looking ahead with a slight smile on her face:
– "You know, Espen, despite what you did to me, I've become interested in you since the last time. I don't know if fate changed you or what, but if you've truly changed and become a new person, not the old narcissistic snob, then I'm content with what happened. Honestly, I've become admiring of your new personality, despite everything you did."
Espen said, surprised:
– "You've forgiven me and are content with what I did, just because I changed and became a good person? Your perspective is strange."
Nira said to him:
– "Was my reply bad for you?"
Espen said spontaneously:
– "No."
Nira said, smiling and observing his face:
– "Good, it seems we're on the same page."
Espen thought with sharp sarcasm:
(In the real world, if I were the one who did that and you were the one who endured it, it would be absolutely impossible for you to forgive me. In my world, that's like a stab in the chest. I don't think you would be saying the same thing if you were there. I'm surprised you took things so spontaneously, as if nothing happened, as if I didn't assault you or harass you. Is the thinking of this whole world the same or what? Anyway, it seems the laws of this world are completely different, and its beliefs are even more different than I expected.)
Espen said, wondering in a calm tone:
– "Speaking of something, Nira... Why is the right half of your hair shaved? Is it some kind of fashion, or is there something else?"
Nira looked at him with a hint of distress on her features, and said in a low voice:
– "Don't you know, Espen?... You are the reason for my hairstyle."
She raised her hand, touching the completely shaved side, then continued:
– "I told you before that if my hair is burned or cut, it won't grow back. And during that mission we were doing... you burned my hair with your black power. And all I could do was shave it like this."
Espen suddenly stopped, staring at the ground, signs of regret covering his face, and said in a voice that barely whispered:
– "Nira... I don't know what to say. I am truly sorry. I no longer know how to fix all the mistakes I've made. It's as if I was created in another body... a despicable one. Forgive me, Nira, for everything I've done."
Nira approached him with quiet steps, placing her hand on his shoulder while the other rested on her chest, and said in a sincere tone:
– "Espen... I also don't know how to accept your new personality, but it seems better than the old one. And despite everything that happened... even after you burned my hair... for some reason, I've come to love your new rhythm."
Espen raised his eyes to her and said hesitantly:
– "You mean... you no longer care about what I did to your hair?"
Nira touched the shaved side of her head and said:
– "I don't know how to describe it... but you could say I started to like this part of my hair, because of you. And for the first time... I actually feel some admiration for you."
In the classroom, a low whisper filled the air, mixed with bored anticipation. Suddenly, the atmosphere settled, and all eyes fixed on the door, which quietly opened for the Teacher to step through.
Her presence was captivating and distinctive, filling the void. Her long hair, a soft light green like poplar leaves in spring, flowed down her broad shoulders in gentle waves, framing a face with somewhat sharp features, and warm violet almond-shaped eyes that held a look mixed with intelligence and calm.
Regarding her attire, she wore an inner black high-neck, sleeveless top that elegantly embraced her upper body, highlighting a curvy and beautifully defined physique. Over it, she donned a long, spotless white coat, with wide, transparent sleeves at the edges decorated with delicate lace, flowing behind her like a silken waterfall with every step. This coat added a touch of mystery and formal elegance to her appearance.
For the bottom part, she wore a short, dark blue denim skirt, with a comfortable cut that naturally highlighted the beauty and suppleness of her legs. This skirt accentuated her proportionate and supple curves, showing a physique that combined strength and femininity. The outfit was completed with black ankle boots, a small shoulder bag carried on the side, and a delicate silver necklace on her neck.
Her steps were firm and confident, suggesting a personality that knew her value and impact perfectly. She was a charming blend of attractive casual elegance and captivating professionalism.
Meanwhile, Espen was in his imaginary world, drowning in troubled thought:
(I don't know what's coming next after all these events, and I only meet girls. What a perverted writer, he's weaving a story revolving around many girls for one hero. And if you think I'm going to do something indecent, you're absolutely wrong. I'm not that kind of man, and I won't stoop to that level and show myself having sex with any girl in this place, even if this teacher has a body that arouses my lust to the extent that my penis is standing erect and I can never make it go down. Damn! Sexual thoughts are taking over my mind! What do I do? I've started imagining myself doing perverted things or having sex.)
Suddenly, Espen fell asleep on the desk again during the lesson, dreaming a bold, overly detailed dream...
He was lying on his back, completely naked, and the Teacher, whose name he still didn't know, was near him. He looked at her, not moving from his spot, mesmerized by the size of her large breasts. In the class, they were big, but upon her approaching him, they became much more enormous. Suddenly, her hand moved to her chest and she opened the shirt buttons for him to see her breasts, and she was wearing a dark green bra. Then she opened the large bra for her big, seductive breasts to show, and her pink, shiny nipples under the light of the place. She climbed onto the bed Espen was sleeping on, him being aroused so he wouldn't look away from her majestic feminine body. She approached his foot, her breasts rubbing his feet, and he became more aroused. She kept rubbing her soft breasts on his thighs, and he felt himself hardening, looking at her with intense desire in his eyes, and the feeling that he would ejaculate now overcame him; he couldn't take it anymore. she reached out to grab his penis, and the Teacher took it, and he hardened more and more, breathing very fast, looking at her, his eyes blazing with a spark of lust. And she approached his member to put it in her mouth. He looked away from her and looked up, and suddenly he heard his name repeated:
"Espen... Espen..."
Espen was surprised by the caller, he looked at her, and she was holding his penis with a tender look, and she was the one calling him, saying:
– "Espen, wake up..."
Espen's body shook violently, and he woke up from his nap, drool running onto the desk, and the Teacher, whose name he still didn't know, was hitting the desk with the palm of her hand, her voice loud, saying in her sharp voice like a slap:
– "Espen, don't sleep in my class again! Do you hear me?"
He replied by nodding his head up and down, looking with a blank stare as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.
The Teacher looked at him with shock and her eyes widened strangely, then she moved, descending the tiered steps while continuing to explain the lesson to the students.
As for Espen, he looked at her descending and thought in annoyance:
(Damn! What was that lustful dream? Damn you, why did you wake me up from the most important part of the dream? Damn! Will the censorship punish me for this sexual dream?)
At that moment, the Teacher announced the missions of the day, and students had to complete at least one or two of them, as this mission is very necessary for your graduation from this school.
Espen thought to himself with bitter sarcasm:
(What lesson? You've been saying "blah blah blah" the entire class, the story didn't write a single word for you to say! And this tells us that this part is worthless.)
The Teacher headed up the steps directly towards Espen. Espen thought before she reached him with shameless sarcasm:
(Go away, woman who escaped from an hentai anime.)
Then she stood in front of him and sat on the desk, raising her feet onto the chair towards Espen and saying calmly:
– "What's wrong, Espen? You look strange today, are you okay?"
Espen said satirically to himself, but with an unexpected touch of sadness and shock:
(Wow! The first person to treat me with kindness since I came to this crazy world! Even though I haven't met a single male except for my colossal father, the Founder, there are good people like you in life. I don't know who you are, Teacher, but you are a living example of a competent teacher.)
The Teacher said to him, surprised by his long daze:
– "Espen, dear, do you hear me?"
Espen said, surprised:
– "Oh, yes, I'm here. W... What were we... were you... uhhh"
She said to him, stifling her laughter at his confused reaction:
– "What's wrong with you, Espen? You've been acting out of the ordinary since the start of the lesson."
Espen said, surprised, pointing to himself:
– "Me..."
The Teacher said, laughing with a smile:
– "Yes, you, who else is here?"
Rosaline came to the Teacher and laughed with her, understanding the situation without hearing anything, and said:
– "Miss Soko, if you don't understand, Espen lost his memory, so you'll find his actions strange, and he doesn't even know who you are."
Soko said, understanding:
– "Aha, so he lost his memory like that. But what's the reason, Rosaline?"
Rosaline said, crossing her arms in a feminine way:
– "No one knows, even Espen himself doesn't know. But it seems that with this memory loss, Espen lost a part of his personality."
Espen thought to himself sarcastically:
(My personality? Who told you I became soft? I'm a man, you Rias Gremory with the big buttocks.)
Espen said, wondering jokingly:
– "May I ask a question? First, who are you? And second, are there any males in this cursed story? Or are all of Espen's acquaintances females, and the only male is my father, who looks like Kaidou from One Piece? Or what?"
Soko said, crossing her arms and leaning on her thighs:
– "Well, Espen, although I don't know who this Kaidou is, I am your teacher, and more than you imagine, but let's leave that for now; you'll find out later, my little dear. As for the boys in your life, yes. Although your acquaintance with females is extensive, there are many boys you know, the most important of whom is Vulcan."
Espen thought with sarcasm worthy of bullying:
(Espen is clearly a despicable womanizer. Damn the writer of this stupid, cursed story.)
Espen asked curiously:
– "And who is this Vulcan, I wonder?"
Soko said, rising from her spot and adjusting her stance, placing her hand on her hip:
– "Vulcan is one of your biggest rivals in strength, and despite that, you are stronger than him, Espen. But anyway, you have to choose a mission from the list. And Rosaline, try to help Espen with this, and you know why I ask this of you."
Rosaline said, placing her hand on her chest:
– "Yes, Miss Soko, I will do as you command."
Soko moved away, descending the steps.
Espen asked with intense curiosity:
– "Who is this Vulcan?"
She said, avoiding the question:
– "Don't worry, Espen, you'll find out soon."
Espen said sarcastically:
– "Okay, it seems the story is trying to spread mystery now. What does the coming events hide for me, I wonder? But never mind my rambling, Miss Soko seems very kind."
Rosaline said, smiling gently:
– "Yes, I know, because she's my mother, of course."
He said to her:
– "Aha, so that's it... Wait a moment! She's your mother?"
She said, laughing at his reaction:
– "Yes, what did you think?"
Espen thought with sarcastic and crude disrespect, his mouth open:
(Certainly, it's obvious, you clearly inherited her large body, but she has the breasts and you have the buttocks.)
She said to him, moving downwards:
– "Never mind that now, come with me so we can choose the mission for you."
Espen got up from his spot, walking behind her and thinking meditatively:
(I'm still getting a lot of surprises, but seriously, the question on my mind now is: Where exactly did this power come from?)
The boy stood quietly beside Rosaline and Espen, as if his presence didn't crowd anyone, yet he drew attention in a strange way. He was tall, straight-backed, his hands hanging loosely in the pockets of his dark blue coat that seemed specially designed for his calm nature.
His messy white hair flowed lightly over his forehead, reflecting the faint hall light as if it were a stray thread of light. As for his eyes, they were steady and calm; a gaze that carried neither challenge nor fear, just stillness and full awareness of his surroundings.
The opening of his white shirt collar was neatly arranged, and a small pin visible at the edge of his coat gave his appearance an unpretentious aristocratic touch. His steps as he approached were extremely light, almost inaudible, as if his calmness were part of the air.
When he stood next to them, he only said a short sentence in a low voice:
– "Espen, have you chosen a mission?"
Espen said, with a strange and disbelieving happiness on his face:
– "Finally a male instead of all these women! My friend, I agree. Don't worry, I'll be with you on your mission." He said, placing his hand on his shoulder with enthusiasm.
The boy said, surprised by his reaction in his calm voice:
– "What's wrong with you, Espen? You look unusually suspicious."
Rosaline tried to explain the matter to him calmly:
– "Don't worry, Hader, he's not as you knew him because he lost his memory, and he doesn't remember you now."
Hader said, surprised:
– "Espen lost his memory? Strange, did life take revenge on us?"
Espen said, muttering with boredom:
– "Never mind that, I know I have a bad reputation now. Hurry up, this event is getting unnecessarily long, and the audience is bored of the place we are in."
Hader said to him, not understanding anything he said:
– "Mister Espen, my name is Hader Hemley."
Espen said with an amazed tone:
– "Wow, your name is very light on the heart, and your voice helps with that! Anyway, come on, let's go back to the Guild Hall to change our clothes before we leave."
Indeed, the three moved towards the school exit, Espen thinking sarcastically:
(Now we've become the Angelo Rules show, but in a very different way.)
As they left the school gate, Espen suddenly stopped at the sight before him. His father and mother were standing in serious conversation with a lady whose size and presence exceeded anyone in the place; a giantess who almost matched Atterman in height and width, clad in golden armor that shone under the sunlight as if forged from frozen sun. Her long black hair flowed in straight lines down her broad shoulders, while her gray eyes radiated a strange calm that contradicted her formidable appearance, and her white skin added a touch of rare dignity to her presence.
She stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest, listening to Espen's parents with full concentration, as if nothing else in the world deserved attention. As soon as the companions approached, her face changed; her serious features broke into a welcoming smile, and she raised her hand to greet him with a warmth that surprised anyone seeing her for the first time.
She said in a warm yet powerful voice:
– "Espen, how are you? I haven't seen you in a long time."
Espen said with bitter sarcasm:
– "Wow, another giant! It seems I'm seeing giants frequently."
The lady was surprised by Espen's response, and his father looked at her and said in an explanatory tone:
– "Don't worry, Valeria, Espen is going through a period of memory loss, and he doesn't remember you."
Valeria said, looking at Espen and smiling:
– "Aha, so that's it. It seems a lot happened in my absence."
Then she knelt down and said to introduce herself:
– "Hello, Espen, I'd like to introduce myself. I am Valeria Vlerin, Linda's mother."
Espen said sarcastically:
– "Aha, so that's it. You have features from her, you know, but you look more feminine than her despite your large and muscular body size."
Sofia interrupted his words with strictness despite her cheerful voice:
– "Espen, know your limits! Speak to her better."
Valeria said, smiling at her:
– "Don't worry, Sofia, I'm used to this from Espen. But anyway, I'm leaving now. I'll see you later, Atterman." She said it, standing up and starting to leave with long strides.
Atterman said, giving a paternal smile:
– "Espen, I hope your day is beautiful at school after your memory loss."
Espen said sarcastically, contemplating his father and mother:
– "I'm sorry for the word, but how did you and my mother do it? Via Bluetooth or what?"
Atterman laughed and said:
– "Espen, I don't understand what you mean by Blue... this, but you need to know that Lili wants you in Radiantis — Realm of Light. Don't forget to go about the matter of marrying her."
Espen said sarcastically:
– "Alright, alright, I'll go to the girl who speaks a million words a second."
Then his father left with his mother from the place.
Before Espen could move to leave, he felt a sudden change in the temperature of the air, as if a halo of invisible flame had swept the place.
A boy appeared wearing a pitch-black suit, embroidered with thin neon purple lines that looked like glowing energy threads flowing across the fabric. His hair was a straight crimson color, carefully shaved at the sides to let the long strands flow back like a rebellious lion's mane. His eyes shone with a sharp amber color, reflecting a demonic gleam devoid of any trace of mercy.
The most striking thing was the mesmerizing and imposing appearance surrounding his palms; both his hands were enveloped in a fiercely dancing orange flame, as if the fires were born from the core of his palms. The flame rose slightly to touch the edges of his suit jacket, but it did not burn, rather it intensified its glow.
He approached with confident and quiet steps, and every step confirmed that he possessed power and control over this situation. His lips split into an evil and sarcastic smile, expressing his enjoyment of his current position as the master of the scene.
And he said in a rough and menacing voice that resonated at its edges with the buzz of fire:
– "Hello, you despicable Espen, I hope your day is as bad as Silslen Coal's."